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Gabe groans as Landon drops in a three.

I roll my eyes at him. “How did you get good at basketball?”

“I thought you knew, Indi.” He jumps and mimics attempting a shot with both of his hands in mid-air before falling back to land on his feet. “Hockey players are good ateverything. It's all in the wrist.” Landon's voice dips under his breath and blows past my ear. “Need a refresher?”

“Ay! Are you two done dicking around?” Gabe asks through panted breaths, hands grasping her hips. “Wecannotlet them get this next shot in, Indi.”

“Hey, what's that on your chest?” I shout over to Gabe, who tips her chin down.

Wade gets distracted as she adjusts the straps and bottom band of her sports bra. My plan worked. I'm a genius!

Wade and Landon groan in slow motion. I dribble the ball a few steps to the other side of Gabe and call out for her. She picks up the ball and it bounces off the backboard before dropping through the basket.

We share a laugh and perform Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff's handshake from “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,” gloating and jogging away backward.

Wade whips off his shirt and chucks it onto the floor. Landon bites down on his lower lip and smiles, shaking and dropping his head back.

Gabe's halfway out the door, but I don't miss the way Landon mouths, “my place, now.”The breath I gulp down almost chokes the air out of me.

“As satisfying as it was to beat those jerks” —she hooks an arm around my neck— “it sucks that we didn't run into your Gym Guy.” Gabe holds the locker room door open for me.

From the corner of my eye, out of view from my friend, Landon shoots me an impish grin as he heads to the gym exit.

“Yeah, totally sucks. Maybe next time.”

Chapter 29: Against the Rules

Landon

The minute the elevator bell dings, my pacing stops.

I whip the door open. Indi startles at the slamming sound but doesn't get a chance to react before I yank her in by the nape. It's a miracle I don't trip over our feet while shutting the door and pinning her to the adjacent panel. Her throat pulses against my palm, the excited pace hardening my cock in record time.

“You're a fuckingtease.” I push my hips into hers, our bodies so close we exchange shallow breaths. “I need your wet fucking pussy in my mouth.” The grinding of my teeth grates in my ears. “Right now.” My free hand travels down the curve of her ass and cups the space between her legs from behind. The clingy fabric bunches in my frustrated grip.

Indi gasps.

“I wanna strip this off you. Can I?”

Her chest heaves against mine. “I'm sweaty. I” —she gasps again when my mouth sucks the delicate, salty skin on her neck between my lips— “should” —my teeth graze over the same spot— “shower.”

I raise my head and wet my lips, forcing eye contact. “I don’t mind when you're dirty.” That gorgeous fucking blush fills her cheeks, but she doesn't protest. “Let's go.” I loosen my fist and swipe at the seam, rubbing her through the spandex with two fingers before lifting her by the ass and hooking her knees over my hips.

Indi buries her fingers into the hairs at the crown of my head. Her elbows dig into my shoulder blades. The whole walk to the bedroom, she giggles at how she holds our mouths apart.

When I launch her onto my bed with a bounce, her sweet little face flashes with pleasant surprise. Eyes wide, mouth agape, but turned up at the corners. It's a priceless expression. Indi's legs splay open when she props herself up by the elbows.

My hands furl around the band at the top of her pants, my face still hovering over hers. “Your ass looks so fucking good in these, but they have to go.”

She bites down on her lip and nods.

All that banter makes me want to fuck the sass right out of her. Smooth, brown skin replaces the black stretchy fabric as I wrestle it from her, flinging her sneakers and socks over my shoulders from my kneeled position at the foot of the mattress.

When my palms move up her legs, fingers squeezing at the firm flesh, her head drops back. Indi's throat tightens with a moan when my lips follow their trail, kissing, nipping, and tonguing the entire trip up. I groan upon approaching the tense muscle of her inner thigh. “I can't think of anything better than you in my bed.”

One of her hands creeps into my hairline and tugs, ending the fantasy and drawing a simper. The flimsy damp lace covering her feels rough against my tongue and I nudge it aside, exposing how she's just as worked up. “Fuck, look at you.”

I bury my nose and mouth into her, savoring how sweet she smells and tastes. A soft moan slips from her pulled-in lips, her hips bucking when I skip over to the other thigh instead of gorging myself.

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